I *hates* fog.
It looked like it was going to be another beautiful day here in D'Auckland, but while I was making my breakfast, the outside world disappeared.
WTF?!?
So, I took off the tinted visor, polished up the clear one with the pot of RandomGoopyStuff from the cupboard, unplugged the charger from the CakeMixaah!! girdered me loins (and me lions) and reluctantly headed off into the WhiteSoupOfDoom.
Within milliseconds (if not sooner), I was blind!
"Aaarrrrgggh!" I said to the inside of me helmet, and opened the visor.
"AAAAAaaaaaarrrRRRghhhh!!!" I said to the WhiteSoupOfDoom.
And then a few seconds later, I reached the OuterBoundaries of the WhiteSoupOfDoom.
WTF?!?
So.
Now I'm riding in brilliant (if rather anaemic, heat-wise) sun, my visor's open, and it's 2 degrees above freezing.
I *hates* fog.
I druther ride in torrential rain.
Or squelchy mud.
However (but!) one bright point (apart from the sun in my eyeballs) was that I found out why my bike was Being Weird.
The backpack.
Rode with the tankbag on today, and there was no feeling of instability, or random weaving, at 110km/h.
Now I just got to work out iffen it's aerodynamics (suckitup), or weight balance (drop the fork tubes a few mm).
Hmmmmm.....
(Things that make you go "hmmmmmm" - and fogs' not one of 'em)
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